The attic where the esteemed direct granddaughter of the Marquis of Yuguo resides is naturally unique in taste, elegant and exquisite.
The poetic charm flows like water, and the warm breeze carries fragrance.
But Zen Master Yue of Xi Yue An, who stood by the window on the other side of the suite, clearly couldn't enjoy it much.
Especially when the feelings between the young couple in the room grew increasingly tender.
She gently pressed the corner of her brow and surprisingly found a few awkward fine lines on her puppet-like body.
She originally intended to cough to wake the oblivious young couple.
Or perhaps pretend that she just saw them and exchange a few polite words.
But after thinking about it, she eventually decided not to say a word, silently jumped down, and closed the window behind her.
After all, my Buddha is merciful.
She skimmed past the wind, leaving no sound.
